It’s easy to let frustration and separation; loss and unanswered questions turn into hate. I’m over you, but I still miss my best friend, and my mind just wants to hate you, because then at least I could have solid feelings toward you. But I know that I can’t hate you. I still want to make sure nobody hurts you. I see you in the people I love, in the little things they do sometimes: mannerisms, the way people say certain things, sports teams they watch on tv- and I can’t hate them. I don’t want to blame you, I know you were just trying to do what you thought was best for you. I just wish I could have my best friend back. I wonder if you ever miss me. Do you check up on my profile? Because I check on yours every once in a while. Sometimes I feel like a guardian angel, as unrealistic and odd as it sounds. Someone’s gotta make sure you’re okay, and I promised you I’d always be here. That promise is still good, and always will be. I won’t interfere with anything, I just want to see you happy and doing well, even though it would be so much easier if you were miserable. I don’t want that, though. I never have- I have always wanted you to be happy. I hope when I finally see you, you aknowledge me, but I know that won’t happen. That’s not how you are. I wish you well, and I hope you remember me in a good way.
SORRY FOLLOWERS! tumblr will be my diary for the next 10 minutes…
